My Little Underground

Your Birthday is here,
Bringing joy and pleasures new,
On this special day, Mother dear,
I want to remember you.
I cannot give you costly gifts,
And I've told you this before,
No matter what I give to you,
You give back much, much more.
I'm giving you a pure, sweet rose,
Gathered in the early morn,
This rose you planted in my heart,
The day that I was born.
In kindly, loving thoughts of you,
And with the faith you still impart,
The rose I give to you today,
Is the love that's in my heart.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!

(Isabel Cynthia D. Borado, July 8, 1954)

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Full Moon

Tue, 07 Jul 2009 20:47:00 -0700

I thinks it's unfair how the moon looks bigger on the other side of the earth.

Moonchild by Cibo Matto
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Hi!

Tue, 07 Jul 2009 13:41:00 -0700

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Quiet Life

Mon, 06 Jul 2009 12:02:00 -0700

My song of the day.

Quiet Life by Bonnie Pink
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Bonnie Pink - Quiet Life

This is land very far from you
I never can touch your face
This is the land far from happy
So am I, no matter where I go
pretty landscape, fresh coffee
Quiet life I longed for is my enemy now
"What´s wrong with you, babe?"
ask an old goat
I forgot everything even a bitter smile

In a dream, darling
you stroke my arms and say
"It´s O.K. It´s O.K."
but I knew it doesn´t last so long
So I try to dream of you every night
And I try to hold you every time

This is the land very far from you
I never can hear your voice
This is the land far from success
So am I, no matter how you bet
perfect starry sky, grand piano
Quiet life I longed for is my enemy now
Birds started for you
left me here
I forgot everything even your way of waving

In a dream, darling
you stroke my arms and say
"It´s O.K. It´s O.K."
In a dream, darling
you stroke my hair and say
"It´s O.K. It´s O.K."
but I knew it doesn´t last so long
So I try to dream of you every night
And I try to hold you every time

Quiet life
Quiet life

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Japan 實瓜

Sun, 05 Jul 2009 12:28:00 -0700

My Song of the Day

Japan?? by My Little Airport
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My Little Airport - Japan 實瓜

You teach me French, but I cannot speak well.
You teach me French, but I cannot speak well.
You said 'je pense a toi', but I said 'Japan sut gua'.
You said 'je pense a toi', but I said 'Japan sut gua'.

[nicole:] I teach you French, but you cannot speak well.
I teach you French, but you cannot speak well.
I said 'je pense a toi', but you said
[P:] 'Japan sut gua'.
[nicole:] I said 'je pense a toi', but you said
[P:]'Japan 實瓜'.

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Memories of Matsuko

Sun, 05 Jul 2009 00:30:00 -0700

Unfortunately, I only had a chance to watch one film earlier on the third day of Eiga Sai. But I could say that last film of the day was well worth it. The film was entitled Memories of Matsuko. It was originally shown way back in 2006. And it is a story about the main character Matsuko and all the relationship struggles that she encountered in life. The style of the film is really bright and colorful, and very musical as well. A very funny film, although some parts will unexpectedly bring you into tears. It is a real tragicomedy. This is truly a must watch film. I will definitely see it again.

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Eiga Sai 2009

Sat, 04 Jul 2009 12:34:00 -0700

Today is the third day of Eiga Sai, and I can't afford to miss watching some of the films being screened.

I am expecting to see three of the films being shown today.

Hopefully, it'll be a good rainy day weekend for me.

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Trembling Blue Stars

Sat, 04 Jul 2009 12:15:00 -0700

Helen Reddy

She's counting radio towers as she travels through the darkness.
The way she did when she was young.
She's watching red lights flashing, out to the hidden horizon.
She feels the air is full of songs, crackling with songs.
Static and songs.

She's counting radio towers as she travels through the darkness.
The romance of radio at night.
She's watching red lights flashing, out to the hidden horizon.
She's calmer for those flashing lights, that tail off till they're out of sight.
That tail off till they're out of sight.

As the door to their room closes, another door then opens, to a world where only they exist.
These nights aren't made for sleeping. These nights are made for melting.
Where does she end and he begin? What is her and what is him?
Where does she end and he begin?

As the door to their room closes, another door then opens, to a world where they can live their dreams.
These nights aren't made for sleeping. These nights are made for melting.
Made for going to extremes. How they love these motel scenes.
Hotel and motel scenes.

A young girl listens to Helen Reddy, sees herself as "Angie Baby".
Her side her radio never leaves.
A signal sails across the water, a broadcast from Louisiana.
Jamaica picks up New Orleans. Jamaica's listening in.
Jamaica's listening in.

She's counting radio towers as she travels through the darkness.
The way she did when she was young.

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Love Will Tear Us Apart

Fri, 03 Jul 2009 03:15:28 -0700

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Those Dancing Days

Thu, 02 Jul 2009 07:48:02 -0700

Hitten

Slow down, please, slow down
I need to find peace anywhere in me
I feel like I'm under water, struggling to get air
I feel like I'm lost in this body, trying to get inside my head

I wanna know what im thinking what I'm feelin
What I want my life to be
I wanna know how I plan to make things easier
For everyone but me

Tell me, please, tell me
What to do know, now that I know myself
Do you really think I could relie on this new person I have become
Do you really think I give a damn now that I can do whatever I want

Now I know What I'm thinking what I'm feeling
What I want my life to be
Now I know how I plan to make things easier
For everyone including me

Now I know What I'm thinking what I'm feeling
What I want my life to be
Now I know how I plan to make things easier
For everyone including me

Now I know What I'm thinking what I'm feeling
What I want my life to be
Now I know how I plan to make things easier
For everyone including me

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Virtual DJ

Thu, 02 Jul 2009 07:25:00 -0700

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Some stills from last night's DJ-ing debut. :)

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Failure

Wed, 01 Jul 2009 08:25:00 -0700

One of my favorite rainy day songs.

Using the Guardian as a shield,
to cover my thighs against the rain,
I didn't mind about my hair.
Your jacket may be waterproof,
but knowing the moment you get home
you're gonna get your trousers changed.
Failure is always the best way to learn,
retracing your steps 'til you know,
have no fear your wounds will heal.
I wish I could travel overground
to where all you hear is water sounds,
lush as the wind upon a tree.
I wish I could travel overground
to where all you hear is water sounds,
to capture and keep inside of me.
Failure is always the best way to learn,
retracing your steps 'til you know,
have no fear your wounds will heal.
Failure is always the best way to learn,
retracing your steps 'til you know,
have no fear your wounds will heal.

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Funny Little Frog

Tue, 30 Jun 2009 07:34:00 -0700

Honey lovin you is the greatest thing
I get to be myself and I get to sing
I get to play at being irresponsible
I come home late at night and I love your soul
I never forget you in my prayers
I never have a bad thing to report

You're my picture on the wall
You're my vision in the hall
You're the one I'm talking to
When I get in from my work
You are my girl, and you don't even know it
I am livin out the life of a poet
I am the jester in the ancient court
You're the funny little frog in my throat

My eye sight's fading, my hearing's dim
I can't get insured for the state I'm in
I'm a danger to myself I've been starting fights
At the party at the club on a Saturday night
But I don't get disapproving from my girl
She gets the all highlights wrapped in pearls..

I had a conversation with you at night
It's a little one sided but that's allright
I tell you in the kitchen about my day
You sit on the bed in the dark changing places
With the ghost that was there before you came
You've come to save my life again

I don't dare to touch your hand
I don't dare to think of you
In a physical way
And I don't know how you smell
You are the cover of my magazine
You're my fashion tip, a living museum
I'd pay to visit you on rainy Sundays
I'll maybe tell you all about it someday

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Buzz Night Crowd 01.09

Tue, 30 Jun 2009 07:09:47 -0700

Photos from Buzz Night 01.09

The day the Japanese band "Lazy Chocolate" went to the country to play a one night gig.

Can you find me in the picture? :)

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